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Week 1 Complete

Yes, I'm still doing the cleanse, detoxifying, eating so clean it hurts thing. While I was far from perfect, I did better than anticipated. Grade for week one - B+.

Some of the recipes were good, others I didn't make. By the end of the week, it was pretty much roasted vegetables for dinner. Husband had some pasta and I did steal a bite. It was so good. I also took a bite of his roast beef sandwich this weekend. Since I made the sandwich, I consider it a toll.

On the good side, I haven't had sugar, processed foods or booze. With the exception of the sandwich bite, no meat or dairy either.

Things learned:

1. When all you eat is vegetables, fruit, nuts and lentils, you will go to bed hungry.

2.  Spoonfuls of organic almond butter are a fine substitute when you can't have sugar.

3. The program says you'll feel bloaty and icky the first week. The program is right.

4. I'm not "springing out of bed" in the morning yet. (Does anyone with a baby spring out of bed?) However, I am getting by on little to no caffeine.

5. Had I not done the accountability thing, I would have quit this weekend. Snowed in plus March Madness equaled me wanting pizza.

6. It's imperative your spouse support the effort. Despite the Facebook mockery, Husband has been a great sport about eating the cleanse food.

That's it. I'm tired. I'm hungry. I have two more weeks.




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